An Epitaph Carven

I wake up smiling been dreaming of my death
It´s the same thing every morning, the shades are drawn i take a deep breath
Some place along the road i´ve lost my way
Drifting deeper into insanitys decay

Think of my last words, what shall they be, what shall they mean
Hanging in the trees, blowing in the wind
Who will mourn, who will laugh, who will hear my voice within
I´ll take my life and again i´ll win

Lost in me, darkness is my follower
End this dream, it is time don´t you see, it is time to be free
End game for me the bell has tolled
I try to forget what´s been, as i stare into death

The forest whispers my name in the mist of morning rain
The stars above me they all speak the same
The reaper is watching my every move
His vision makes the birds fall dead, and gather my twisted thoughts
An epitaph carven for me...

Think of my last words when you read about me, death by suicide
My lips will be twisted in a ghastly grin, blowing in the wind
Think of me as i was, as i will always be, in time i´ll set myself free
For what i speak of is for you to see

I wake up smiling been dreaming of my death
Some place along the road i lost my way
Hanging in the trees, blowing in the wind
I´ll take my life and again i´ll win